How to Get My Husband on My Side

Chapter 110

 

“Hwuuu…”

 

The distant sound of someone sobbing echoed familiarly.

 

Was a banshee crying again?

 

The voices that sounded were quite a bit different from one, though.

 

“Hwuuuuu…”

 

“You can stop.”

 

Oh, was it just a dream?

 

A dark room slowly became clearer. I’d seen this room before.

 

As the darkness surrounding me gradually ebbed away, I saw a woman crying, standing in front of a balcony and rubbing the heel of her palm against her chest. A man was moving closer to her.

 

I couldn’t see their faces, but a strange sense of familiarity washed over me. The thought of having met this couple somewhere else passed me by.

 

Oh, that’s right. I had had a dream like this once before.

 

Yes, in another place, at another time, that woman had been smiling wickedly, and that man…

 

“Isn’t it time you stopped with the bad acting?”

 

The woman quit her wailing. “What if I don’t want to?”

 

“Ah, you’re really driving me crazy.”

 

“As expected, it doesn’t work on you,” I couldn’t see it, but I could feel the woman sneering. “You’re so annoying, you know that, right?”

 

The sadness ailing her vanished in an instant, something menacing gracing her features instead. I still couldn’t see what she looked like, but I felt the aggression dripping from her echoing and settling in my bones.

 

The man looming over her seemed to be very angry. “You turned the court banquet into a damn circus show. Have you no shame?”

 

“That girl was asking for it. What did you want me to do?”

 

“Did you fight with her just cause she asked you a question? Why don’t you pick a fight with the entire world then?”

 

“You weren’t even there, so what do you know? Right, it must’ve been your little sister that told you. Of course, she must have chosen her side again. She always does.”

 

The woman gave a bitter laugh, the air turning sullen.

 

“Watch your mouth.”

 

“Oh, don’t deny it, you know it’s true. And what if I don’t watch my mouth? Will you hit me? Don’t even joke around, because we both know you won’t.”

 

I was starting to worry a little for the woman.

 

She was deliberately targeting her opponent’s weak spots, his rage already reaching its breaking point. The harsh breaths he took was the only sound that could be heard in this dark and empty room.

 

“You’re such a bad f**king girl.”

 

“And you’re so handsome,” she swooned, ridicule but also honesty honeying her sweet voice.

 

“Consider it an honor then, if you’re willing to admit it.”

 

“Hah! An honor? You?”

 

“Anything you’re dissatisfied with? Tell me, since I’m your so-called husband.”

 

“I’m dissatisfied with your existence itself.”

 

your existence, you wicked

 

The mood was strange.

 

but they couldn’t take their eyes off

 

the door if not taking swings at each other before that. Instead, it was the

 

were almost chest to chest

 

be my appearance you’re at least not

 

are

 

here, then?

 

“You’re a damn j*rk.”

 

 The man came closer, as if there was still

 

you don’t participate in the

 

“Hell no!”

 

“Then I won’t either!”

 

through the man’s hair and dug her nails into the back of his neck, pulling him close to her. There

 

her

 

wonder where I was, who these people were, and why I was here, as I took in the scene of

 

kissing filled the dark chamber. The only source of light came from the moon raining down on the couple clutching each other tightly and hungrily

 

macabre. Sad and hopeless and wretched

 

eyes

 

have seen me. I was only a ghost in this dream, after all. Someone from the outside looking

 

that woman smiled at me—a meaningless, sad

 

my chest broke and smashed into pieces. The face I hadn’t been able

 

The woman was me.

 

Borgia, that’s

 

Then, that man is…

 

to see, to make sense of it, but it was as if someone had

 

waned, and the room plunged into darkness. The man and the woman vanished

 

***

 

white shining right into my eyes had me twitching,

 

to lift my hand, but it

 

me here?

 

broken fragments of my memories as I slowly woke up, I turned my eyes to my right, the feeling of someone else’s arm underneath me

 

I wanted to cry.

 

and lying next to me, looking like he hadn’t just gone through hell and back,

 

in, my eyes leaving no part of

 

He looked miserable, though.

 

my weak hand and run my fingers through his bangs, the movement taking everything out

 

hoarse, almost a whisper in the

 

felt like it didn’t really

 

done in this life, all of it flashed before

 

like a stranger in my

 

low and hoarse

 

“What…?”

 

broken for a long time. I’ve never really been me. All I was, was

 

that had

 

had enough of my

 

always been like

 

“Always.”

 

I knew it wasn’t me he was directing

 

in a situation where I’m hated without doing

 

at first until I pressed hard on the bone of

 

cracking such a silly joke, Izek still kept on gazing

 

arm was free, he could embrace me fully, enveloping me in his warmth, but

 

my own arm around his wide torso and burying my head in the juncture where his shoulder and neck

 

understand why my head

 

dream, but I

 

Because it’s not your fault. It’s not always

 

arrogant

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